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First step: create a portfolio. Smudge. Draw. Trace. Look. Add. Look. Erase. Look some more. I hold up my hands creating a frame around the drawing, cropping its edges. I close one eye. I stand; I open my eye and close the other one. I stand again. I look slightly insane, nothing atypical for an artist. Travel. See. Look. Click. Upload. I scan through a bank of pictures. I select ten. I adjust the colours and I admire the compositions. Walk. Absorb. I get inspired. Visualize. Translate. Design. The composition doesn’t work. Experience. Feel. Imagine. Paint. The painting turns out. September twenty sixth, I meet with Ian: a young artist who will help me put together my portfolio. I show him all of my artwork. He analyses. He comments. He doesn’t seem ecstatically happy. I worry. We go through my pieces, one by one. We select. We discard. We discuss the elements of design. I create a list of “Things to do”. I get overwhelmed. I go home and cry. I get over it. I draw, design, add, erase, paint and visualize.
Second step: write an essay. Describe how my experiences have rendered my ability to commit to my chosen major, communication design. Think. Brainstorm. Write. I write about the experiences I feel have shaped me as a person. Horseback riding. Working. Italy. I try to summarize the moments in Florence: my utter and absolute appreciation for the country’s art and history. Churches. Duomos. Galleries. Houses. Castles. Paintings. I describe Paris. I attempt to pin point the city’s allure. I fail. I describe working in Paris. I find the moments that guided me towards design. I write. Think. Write. Edit. Erase. Rewrite. I show Ian. He is disappointed. I rewrite. I think. I edit. I finish.
Step three: go to my high school. Take a trip down memory lane. Catch up with teachers. Tell them I am applying to university. Ask them to send my transcripts. Step four: go to my CEGEP. Meet with a rude woman. Pay seven dollars and ask them to send my current transcripts.
Step five: complete the communication design five step challenge. One: render a self-portrait. Brainstorm. Sketch. Question: what portrays me? Think, what is me? Get distracted. Spend eighteen hours straight drawing my face. Erase. Shade. Draw Lightly. Draw darkly. Finish a portrait of my face in a surprised, enthusiastic expression, mouth open, holding a lens to my eye. Laugh. Two: create a black and white logo for a company named Overnight Express. Brainstorm. Research logos. Sketch. Design. Create twenty-three possibilities. Discuss them with Ian. Choose my first design. Three: visualize a six-step action. Question. Reread. Interpret. Think of Muybridge. Research Muybridge. Take pictures. Draw. Try to comment on the credit crisis. Four: create a three-dimensional space. Sketch. Think. Scan through magazines. Go to the hardware store. Choose to juxtapose industrial and natural elements in my design. Buy wood. Ask the men to cut the wood. Stand in the Canadian cold for two hours waiting for the man to cut the wood. Spend a weekend creating miniature couches and tables. Imagine myself living in my imaginary loft. Five: illustrate Charles’ Dickens’ quotation “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Brainstorm. Think. Brainstorm. Cry. Meet with Ian. Choose to juxtapose an ironic situation. Design a page displaying the McDonalds logo on the left and a silhouette of an obese man on the right, forming the McDonalds “M” to the man’s large stomach.
Step six: print my portfolio. Try to find a printer. Pay eighty dollars. Find a second printer who could have printed it for twenty. Cry. Title, date and describe all twenty-five pieces of work. Struggle. Laugh at my descriptions. Correct. Complete. Step seven: send in my portfolio. Worry about the portfolio sending specifications: “the package may not weigh over one pound.” Question if they follow the specifications. Trek through the snow. Hold my portfolio with dear life. Arrive at the post office. Weigh the package. Stand nervously when the package weighs more than one pound. Send it anyways. Finish step seven. Stand awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Go home; wait.
It took seven steps. The process of applying to FIT took seven steps and waiting. The school responded with one word: Congratulations.
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